It’s your hand on the door

Keeping to the path

So many involved

Pushing and pulling

Many issues unresolved

 

True nature; true purpose

Recorded, not filed

Consciousness the reason

No numbers are dialed

 

Allow life to unfold

Control is a has-been

Presence is this moment

In full view, yet unseen

 

Don’t long for approval

Accept that you belong

Step out of delusional fear

Know you can’t go wrong

 

Trust your autonomy

Have integrity in your core

Be honest with yourself

It’s your hand on the door

I know just what to do

No longer coerced

I am following my lead

My moments expanding

My soul, I have freed

 

Growing, unstunted

Unconsciously held

My wings are unfurling

At once self-propelled

 

I spin in my centre

Am whole through my core

The subterfuge’d sadness

Shown straight through the door

 

Reasons unquantified…

Just not worth the words

Previous programming

So laughable and absurd

 

Freedom… A feeling

All shiny and new

My head is held high

I know just what to do

Dinnertime

Her tummy starts rumbling

Like a clock gaining time

The resulting behaviour

A daily paradigm

 

She shifts round the room

Vying for your eye

If she catches you looking

She wimpers in reply

 

She’s starving, she woofs

Feeling faint, wobbling paws

It’s days since you’ve fed me

Her barks turn to roars

 

Reasoning with her

Is a futile task

She knows she’s engaged me

Her joy is unmasked

 

The tin is opened

The kibble mixed in

She’s dancing in circles

With a salivating grin

 

She dives into the bowl

Chomping with delight

Seconds later it’s gone

Gobbled out of sight

So you think you have a choice

So you think you have a choice

Because you’re granted with free will?

So you think you have a choice

Do you know how to stand still?

So you think you have a choice

Can you pack up and leave?

So you think you have a choice

What do you really believe?

So you think you have a choice

Who actually makes the rules?

So you think you have a choice

Aren’t humanity just tools?

So you think you have a choice

Nothing is set in stone

So you think you have a choice

Remember, you’re never alone

So you think you have a choice

Don’t be a cog in the machine

So you think you have a choice

Are you more than just a figurine?

So you think you have a choice

Spring

Brighton confetti falls from the trees

Pink and white petals floating

Carried silently by the sea air

Indiscriminately sharing themselves

With dreamers city-wide

The potential of warmth

Hidden behind rain clouds

Confidence renewing

With the changing of the seasons

Only thoughts hindering change

Change oblivious to thoughts

Carries on unhindered

Growth visible to the naked eye

Universal invitations

Landing on everyone’s mind mats

Stepping into yourself

This is your moment

Life will simply play out, as it should be…

Like putty in my thought’s clumsy hands

I lived my life as if creating a brand

My ego controlled, while I hid in the wings

Fearful of saying or doing the wrong things

 

I knew I must trust, must let go of control

Remove myself from anxiety’s payroll

The Universe conspired and gave me a shove

I shifted from my head; my body fits like a glove

 

No longer a tourist on the journey of life

I don’t indulge in gossip or strife

I listen to my heart, feel all my emotions

To be and to love is far more than a notion

 

I feel gratitude and joy, deep in my source

Know my King will arrive on a magnificent horse

I’ve been given the time that I needed so bad

Hadn’t realised it was wrapped in something so sad

 

I feel my power, I am a High Priestess

A loyal friend and a cracking hostess

Nothing to prove to others or to me

Life will simply play out, as it should be

 

Life will simply play out, as it should be...